After inheriting every last dime from his wealthy Grandfather, Theodore Reed has a lot to handle at such a young age. He's picked up and moved his family out to Atlanta so he can start his career as the Prince of the South and raise his daughter in...
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Goldie
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(Her character changed)
Just like Prince promised, one of his security guards followed behind me as I drove home. I didn't want Prince to know just how dangerous Banga actually was so I downplayed what he'd probably do to me once he found out I kicked him out. I only did it because I know he already has a lot on his shoulders and didn't want to burden him with my baggage. I'm just glad he didn't fall for my lies and actually suggested having his security guards follow me home.
By the time I made it home, it was going on four in the morning and Banga was already sitting on my porch step with his arms folded. Damn. All of his shit was gone. I know he didn't move it because he doesn't have a car and he can't get into the house, so it must've gotten stolen since it had been sitting out all day. Oh well. He should've gotten his shit sooner. I pulled into my driveway in front of the charcoal Charger that Prince's security guard was driving in.
"Yeah, go'on get out that car bitch!" Banga yelled. "'Cause you got some explaining to do!"
Before I could even open up the door, the security guard, Trent, pulled my door open from me and shielded me just in case Banga decided to act crazy tonight.
"Oh, so you got one of Prince's goons to protect you now, huh?" Banga asked while he remained on the porch. "Aw, well fuck you nigga! You ain't gonna be able to stop me."
"I sure as hell can," Trent responded. He looked back at me. "Are you ready to go in the house Goldie?"
"I just need to get my stuff from out of the trunk."
Banga might be crazy as hell but he wasn't gonna stop me from getting my money. I don't strip for free so my money always comes. I walked around Trent and opened up my trunk so I could get my bag that held all of the money I earned tonight. I pulled the bag over my shoulder and was just about to close the trunk when somebody else stopped it. I looked up to see Dex, one of Banga's friends with a smile on his face.
"What's up Goldie?" Dex asked.
"I suggest you back up sir," Trent warned him as he placed his hand on the gun that was on his hip.
"Damn. Can't the boy just stand near my girl to make sure she gets in the house safely?" Banga asked as he continued to sit on the porch.
"I mean, I think she's pretty safe with all of us around."
I quickly turned around and saw Cameron, another one of Banga's friends coming from behind Trent's charger. What the hell was going on? I know Banga's pissed off that I kicked him out but I don't need him and his friends trying to hurt me. Banga should've known that our relationship was over months ago.
